Love… hmm….
I don’t know
This is already the second time
That I fell in love that is
First was to my high school sweet heart
And yes, love was a lot stronger back then
Maybe because it was the first
But hmm Love…
Second up was the girl of my dreams
The perfect girl you never thought existed
Nothing seemed to go ever go wrong
But Love…
So, here I am a prisoner to my own heart
Looking for Love in all the wrong places
Praying the right one will come…
When I know, she already came
She came by twice
In two different forms
And I let her slip away
Love… what a piece of…hmm